Welcome to my youth!
I am 28 years old today.
Two years away from 30 and 12 away from 40. I dare not think beyond that. I thought I'd feel more different at 28 than I did at 23 - but I don't. I'm still in love with the same guy and still cherish the same things. So - what's changed? Dunno...
Yesterday we had a little dinner in my newly painted kitchen. It was a Happy Birthday to Me dinner in which we had honey ham, chicken, taters, and brownies, ice cream, cake and pie (What?! it was MY dinner and I'll gorge if I want to!).
Tiffany decided to bring over some crazy straws, the flippy, bendy straws of our youth whose colors inspire one into delusions of straw grandeur.
I believe those straws were cursed.
Tiffany stuck one in her cherry coke and turned away - it spewed like Mt. St. Helen's all over the white countertops of my sink.
Stacey reached for something on the table and her straw flipped and somersaulted out of her glass like it was a bulimic gymnist in search of scraps of food.
Finally, Summer went to hand Tiffany the camera (in which the essence of my evil was supposedly captured while Harry force-fed me scoops of raw vanilla cake mix) and the crazy straw attacked! Coke flew to the left, the glass to the right and emptied all of the soda on to the clean white tile.
Really, though? Would it be a my party if SOMEONE didn't spill SOMETHING?
So have a happy day and send me happy thoughts - oh - and be careful of the second picture above - it was taken well before the application of the face this morning. Yup - NO MAKE UP! Aaaaaaaaagh!